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the embassy to put himself through Cambridge, how he’d launched Acorn Technologies soon after, a multi-billion dollar company that eventually put him into the rare league of being one of the few European billionaires to make his home in the States. I could tell he was very proud of his accomplishments. Whereas ambition and greed seemed to drive most men in this town, Mr. Ishikawa’s desire to succeed seemed to be fueled by vengeance—revenge against the father who had rejected him. Revenge against Japan, in general, for their outdated mores and prejudices.
His story made me feel blessed, to be honest, and a little bit privileged. I told him how close I was with my dad, how my mom had died when I was three years old, how it had only ever been the two of us. I told him a little about life onboard an offshore drilling rig—or rather, a series of rigs, as his job as an engineer frequently had us traveling from rig to rig when I was younger, never the same place for very long, it seemed—the roughnecks that worked with my father, how he feared they would corrupt my manners. I told him my dad’s dream of a better life for me, and how I’d fought him at first, wanting to stay with him, to be a mechanic like him, my hero.
“ Why didn’t you?” Mr. Ishikawa said as we finished our dinner with chocolate mint truffle cookies.
I shrugged as sucked chocolate off my fingers. I half expected him to instruct me to use my napkin, but he seemed to be enjoying watching me eat. “I guess I wanted to see if there was something beyond the rigs. And I’d always liked to write. I used to write stories about the people I’d meet on the rigs in my little notebooks, make up these elaborate histories about them. I thought being a journalist would be exciting.”
“ Is it?”
“ Sometimes.” I grinned at him. “But I can still fix your car, if it breaks down.”
Mr. Ishikawa bit back a smile. “You are a very unusual woman, Felix.”
“ Thank you,” I told him. “It’s better than being called boring.”
“ You are never boring,” he said as he guided me up and led me back to his limo.
On the ride back to his place, I sat comfortably in his lap while he played with my hair, trailing his fingers down my back and nuzzling the side of my neck. I could feel his steely hard erection pressed into my side. “Will you stay the weekend?” he asked. The weekend before, when I’d first met Ian and Evelyn, I’d only stayed a few hours, so I was a little surprised by his request.
“ I didn’t pack an overnight bag,” I started telling him.
But he trailed a finger over my lips and said, “I’ll order up whatever you need. I’d like the weekend to train you, Felix. In only a few weeks, we’re expected at the Dollhouse. I’d like you to be ready to play with me.”
His words made my heart flit a little faster. In only a handful of weeks, I’d perform for the Society with him. Then our association would be done. “All right,” I said.
He lifted his eyebrow at that.
“ Yes, all right, sir,” I corrected myself, and he smiled and gave my left breast a brief squeeze that left me gasping.
Once we were inside the penthouse, he walked me to the playroom. Inside the suite, which had bunches of new roses everywhere and new sheets on the bed, he asked me to strip and slip on the stockings and heels he had provided. It was easier this time. We were alone and I didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing the baby fat clinging stubbornly to my curves. Mr. Ishikawa sat down on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, and said, “Crawl to me, Felix.”
I stood by the chair where my clothes were piled, dressed in only thigh-high fishnet stocking and black patent leather Mary Janes with five-inch platform heels, and considered my options. My first instinct was to tell him no, to fuck off, but he narrowed his eyes and his beautiful face took on that porcelain mask look that was almost surreal in its intensity. “You’ve already
His story made me feel blessed, to be honest, and a little bit privileged. I told him how close I was with my dad, how my mom had died when I was three years old, how it had only ever been the two of us. I told him a little about life onboard an offshore drilling rig—or rather, a series of rigs, as his job as an engineer frequently had us traveling from rig to rig when I was younger, never the same place for very long, it seemed—the roughnecks that worked with my father, how he feared they would corrupt my manners. I told him my dad’s dream of a better life for me, and how I’d fought him at first, wanting to stay with him, to be a mechanic like him, my hero.
“ Why didn’t you?” Mr. Ishikawa said as we finished our dinner with chocolate mint truffle cookies.
I shrugged as sucked chocolate off my fingers. I half expected him to instruct me to use my napkin, but he seemed to be enjoying watching me eat. “I guess I wanted to see if there was something beyond the rigs. And I’d always liked to write. I used to write stories about the people I’d meet on the rigs in my little notebooks, make up these elaborate histories about them. I thought being a journalist would be exciting.”
“ Is it?”
“ Sometimes.” I grinned at him. “But I can still fix your car, if it breaks down.”
Mr. Ishikawa bit back a smile. “You are a very unusual woman, Felix.”
“ Thank you,” I told him. “It’s better than being called boring.”
“ You are never boring,” he said as he guided me up and led me back to his limo.
On the ride back to his place, I sat comfortably in his lap while he played with my hair, trailing his fingers down my back and nuzzling the side of my neck. I could feel his steely hard erection pressed into my side. “Will you stay the weekend?” he asked. The weekend before, when I’d first met Ian and Evelyn, I’d only stayed a few hours, so I was a little surprised by his request.
“ I didn’t pack an overnight bag,” I started telling him.
But he trailed a finger over my lips and said, “I’ll order up whatever you need. I’d like the weekend to train you, Felix. In only a few weeks, we’re expected at the Dollhouse. I’d like you to be ready to play with me.”
His words made my heart flit a little faster. In only a handful of weeks, I’d perform for the Society with him. Then our association would be done. “All right,” I said.
He lifted his eyebrow at that.
“ Yes, all right, sir,” I corrected myself, and he smiled and gave my left breast a brief squeeze that left me gasping.
Once we were inside the penthouse, he walked me to the playroom. Inside the suite, which had bunches of new roses everywhere and new sheets on the bed, he asked me to strip and slip on the stockings and heels he had provided. It was easier this time. We were alone and I didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing the baby fat clinging stubbornly to my curves. Mr. Ishikawa sat down on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, and said, “Crawl to me, Felix.”
I stood by the chair where my clothes were piled, dressed in only thigh-high fishnet stocking and black patent leather Mary Janes with five-inch platform heels, and considered my options. My first instinct was to tell him no, to fuck off, but he narrowed his eyes and his beautiful face took on that porcelain mask look that was almost surreal in its intensity. “You’ve already
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